I had not necessarily looked forward to Father’s Day 2017 because holidays (outside of Christmas and Thanksgiving and maybe Veterans Day) are just not that big of a deal for me any more. However, the holiday was just a reminder (that comes yearly, but I try not to wait for) that I should be grateful to God for my own father, for now being a father, and my desire to have Elijah feel blessed to have me as his father some day.
What I could never have guessed is that it would not be a day (or a morning rather) spent in an emergency room getting my son checked.
My wife and I had been allowing our child to sleep with us in our bed for some time now. Though he can be a busy body and likes to sleep right up under me, I have thoroughly enjoyed his being there. When he cries out, I like being able to turn over and check on him.
Recently, I had started putting big items in the bed with him, usually on the sides of him to keep him in the center of the bed. I have placed a heavy book on the side where I usually sleep and my wife’s laptop on the side that she has slept on. But yesterday morning, Father’s Day morning, my wife got up to surprise me for Father’s Day and left a pillow in her place (where typically I leave the laptop).
I had woke up once earlier to give him his pacifier when he had cried out, but soon after, he and I both fell asleep.
Then, I was awakened by Elijah’s screams, looked around on the bed for him, then to my horror, I rolled over to find him on the ground screaming. All I could utter at that moment was “Oh God, oh God!” My wife (his already worried mother) runs into the room to find my picking him up and she asked what happened. I let her know that he had fell off of the bed. Her anguished face relayed what we both felt in our hearts. She quickly grabbed him from me and try to calm and comfort him while walking around the house. I automatically got on my phone to see what should I do through different search engines on the internet.
I did some initial investigation of his head and body. Nothing appeared bruised or broken. But we knew that we had to take him to the hospital and get him check to see if they would find out anything internally.
Well, after a couple of hours at the hospital, worrying, we were somewhat relieved when we found out that the scans that the staff ran showed up negative. For now, all things appear to be back right with our world. Though I still worry about how he will do (to a degree) in the future, even Elijah was back smiling, laughing, and bouncing around before the end of the morning. You would have thought that he had not even fallen so hard on the floor. Whenever I spoke to friends and family, many of them were not that worried either. Many of them prayed for him and us, but they tried to let me know that this is not that surprising and that it may not even be the last time.
I do have to say though that my wife and I have agreed that he will no longer stay in the bed by himself or even with just one of us laying beside him. We just do not want to take the gamble again. He may be fine now, but why risk the possibility that he will have some permanent damage if this were to happen again?
I am just so relieved that my kid ended up being well on my first Father’s Day (June 18, 2017), which also happened to be my 6th wedding anniversary. My wife later said to me: “I bet you won’t soon forget this holiday, huh?” I assured her that I will not.